George, in my pocket all the time, personal friend of mine, multiplying with the rhyme.
Thomas, no one give him any love, discontinued by the gov, yet you can find him at any bank.
Abe, will not get farther than fast food, multiplied by two makes Alexander, take two of him you know what that makes.

Andrew, spit him out through the machine, throw him in for compact discs, and everything is peachy keen.
Ulysses, only catch him now and then, spending got you down again, take two of him you know what that makes.
Benjamin, I’'ve only seen you once on vacation, now some guy wants six of you from me, for a service so shitty it should be free. Word up! Eat it! Is what I say.